goodbye my little one
it’s normal to cry the first few months
tugging at the helper’s purple scrubs
when will i go home to the ones i love?
longing to be praised,
found in a warm surrounding gaze
wordless sounds sent up like lonely flares
lost in the painted clouds, unanswered prayers
we cannot afford to love you fulltime
sometimes a burden must be externalized
it’s economics, you’ll learn to understand.
i’m better on my own
i’ll clear the abyss with a lighter load
in modern math the answer’s always justified,
the way a rising boat lifts all the tides
we were born this way,
locked in a predetermined cage
god only helps out those who help themselves
with poverty and drought for everyone else
you are not my brother, i can’t spare a dime
your price determines your worth, my hands are tied
it’s economics, the blackboard does the math.

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